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As she took in her surroundings, a surge of anticipation and wonder coursed through her veins. "India," she whispered, her voice tinged with awe. "We're finally here." Haider smiled, his eyes shining with a mixture of pride and affection. "Yes, my love. India awaits us, with all its mysteries, colors, and enchantment." As they stepped out of the private jet, the air seemed to carry a sense of vibrancy and intrigue. The bustling sounds and vibrant hues of India surrounded them, immersing them in a world rich with culture and adventure. It was a place of contrasts, where ancient traditions intertwined with modern aspirations.

Panchi kept on telling me all new thing that she learnt and did in her school in meantime I started filling a plate for her and myself with all mouthwatering aromatic Indian cosine breakfast, upma, poha, idli sambar, dal wada and many more… I am always delighted to eat at Kabir house because every single thing about his mansion are somewhere rooted with India, Kabir Dewan is American Indian who established and grew his business in USA and soon capture entire world information Technology market, however no matter how American he is I always get some ecstatic Indian vibes from him which make me feel homely, just the way I used to feel when I used to stay with my father. I kept my entire attent

I rocked her, wordless, until she fell asleep, exhausted and conquered. Last year, on a business trip to Tokyo. In the hotel room overlooking the megacity, I had ordered her to stand naked at the window, facing the sea of lights, while I worked on my computer. The humiliation of being displayed, even without witnesses, made her tremble all over. She stood there, obedient, offered, until I wanted her. Then I took her standing up, her reflection and that of the city's neon lights merging on the windowpane.

he asked "Yes sir I did." Maria replied "sir I have something to say." I told him "go ahead I'm all ears." He replied "sir I can cook anything you want but not Non veg I'm a Gujarati girl and touching non veg is sin for us." I told him "OK, I won't say anything about the things that your religion doesn't permit you. But your surname is Sharma right? Then how are you a Gujarati?" he asked me the question I wasn't ready to answer

Aiden asked "Oh come on, Aiden , stop being kiddish. And enjoy Indian breakfast. My wife has made it with her own hands." Aarhan said the wife word with a bit more pressure "Yeah, your wife made it, I know that. She is an excellent cook and she should be a professional chef." Aiden said and Aarhan did not liked it at all

He huffed looking annoyed. "Yeah, yeah." She chuckled and looked at the piece of paper in her hand. After reading it's contents, she realised that it wasn't just a fair, it was like a miniature India with all it's important states, shaped in a way exactly like the Indian map. Every state had the display of it's own special core features like it's people's culture, famous monuments, traditional food and dresses since India is a multilingual and multi ethnic society. " This is going to be fun." Anya said excitedly.

And just after listening his answer I stopped eating and looked at him with shock as RUHI was not a small thing it was India's most famous hotel and room services . " You are the CEO of RUHI ....R...U...H...I.... Ruhi … India's best hotel and room services . I mean not in india but also in abroad I mean you are Ansh Shekhawat , The Ansh Shekhawat .I mean , I mean I ...I.... can't believe this ...you ...you ... are Ansh Shekhawat ?" I asked, being completely shocked as that was a thing to get shocked . I was jumping in joy from inside and my happiness was clear on my face .....

She raised one of her brows, “ You have no cure, do you?” “Not at all.” I shrugged, “What will we make?” “What about some pancakes with blueberry glaze, chicken waffles, and cornbread?” Boring. “I bet you're american.” She nodded, “Let's try chicken stuffed pharantas, halwa and stir-fried idli. It's indian. I can teach you.” “Pha..what? Id- idly…” She couldn't pronounce, “What- h- how do you know that?" You learn a lot after a year of loneliness, trying to forget about a past that insists to haunt you.

That night, I bled out and died. Haunted by the agony of my previous life, I pushed down the fury and put on a grin. "Janet, go ahead and cook your signature dish! That'll up your chances to be the rich dude's wife." Our mother, Fiona Walker, seemed unsure. "I've heard that Indoria folks don't do beef. Christina, you're the brainy one in the family, what's your take?" Before I could answer, Janet shot me a death glare. "Indoria's a beef-exporting powerhouse! There's no way they don't eat it. I saw a bunch of cows at the rich guy's place. They're definitely for chowing down! Don't bother Christina with that stuff. Remember, she's my rival now."

Gentle waves lapped against the wooden stilts while a soft sea breeze drifted through the open-air bedroom. Amara Singh, a 26-year-old Indian-British tech heiress with smooth golden-brown skin, long silky black hair, and a lithe yet voluptuous figure, stood on the private deck in a sheer white bikini. The warm breeze pressed the fabric against her hardened nipples and the growing heat between her thighs. She had come for a private escape. She found something far more consuming. The villa door slid open. Rohan “Rage” Patel, the world-famous Black Indian cricket superstar and business mogul, stepped inside. Towering at 6’10” with a powerfully athletic build, his dark skin gleamed under the moo